An attractive lady, twenty or so, possibly Asian, was dining alone. A young man was standing out of her line of sight, awkwardly holding his lunch tray, studying her. He seemed to be thinking of something to say. Apparently making up his mind, he approached the table, and looking at her meal, he said, “How cliché, Chinese food!”
Quickly taking in his Mediterranean good looks, she responded, “And your Souvlaki is not predictable?”
“I’m not Greek, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said.
“I’m not Chinese, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she retorted.
A split second of awkward silence, then spontaneous laughter.
He took a seat facing her; an animated conversation starting immediately.
There’s a line that you’ll never find in any play book.
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